#coqvettes

“sorry, sorry sorry.“ lucas used the key he got to violet's place and entered quickly. after receiving one of her texts he had quickly kicked the woman out of bed he had picked up at the club the night before and gotten dressed. "sorry, abby wouldn't leave. or-- ally. amy? fuck, don't remember. anyway, what's going on? what was the sos text for?" despite the fact that the two of them were totally different, they just worked as best friends. maybe because they had been for over a literal decade, or maybe because they just worked. "fuck, vi- you okay?"

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THE MOMENTS LEADING up to oliver standing underneath the cleverly placed mistletoe are a bit hazy, and that was due to a number of reasons. for starters, he already was about six beers deep at the christmas party and quite literally everything was begining to turn a little hazy. second of all, aside from the strings of twinkling christmas lights strung through the place, the apartment was quite dimly lit. and lastly, there was quite a bit of commotion leading up him getting in this EXACT spot. there was a bit of yelling and shoving and was someone actually chanting ‘KISS’ over and over again? beer still in hand, the boy let out a small cough as he looked up at the mistletoe before settling his eyes on the girl before him.  they’d been friends for quite some time, though never anything more, and it was clear this was a set up that neither of them had been involved in. “we don’t have to adhere to silly myths and traditions.” oliver’s voice was soft when he spoke up, barely audible thanks to the yelling and the music surrounding them, but he didn’t want the others to hear; it was clear all eyes were currently on them. “it’s just a silly... game,” he quickly added, wanting to make sure the girl standing before him didn’t feel pressured to have to kiss oliver. 

“FOR THE TENTH time,” lennon muttered to the man lingering beside her, “i’m not interested.” if she held a tighter grip on the wine glass she was currently craddling, she was certain that it would shatter and her favorite leather jacket would be forever ruined. the older male had been hitting on her for approximately fifteen minutes or so ( time was never something she understood once inside a dark bar or club ) and she would do just about anything to get him away from her. she turned down his drinks, swatted away his touches, and wiggled from his grip and yet the male still wouldn’t leave her alone. eyeing someone sitting alone at the bar only a few feet away from the unlikley pair ( someone quite attractive, lennon would add ), the blonde decided to make a swift and bold choice, including the new stranger in her narrative. “NOW,” she said rather sternly, trying to prove to the creep beside her that she was done with his games, “if you’ll excuse me, i have to get back to my date.” knowing the next few moves were vital, she quickly waltzed over to the stranger sitting alone and placed a hand on their back while slidding onto the barstool beside them. “so sorry that took so long, babe,” she cooed, eyes flickering towards the creep to make sure he was seeing ( and BELIEVING ) this. leaning in, she offered the new stranger a quick kiss on the cheek while softly whispering, “please play along.” 

      ‘     YOU LOOK SO SERIOUS.     ’     the teen teased, drunk eyes heavy lidded and pupils blown out causing her vision to blur. naz knew she’d drank too much, had figured that it might be something she regretted in the morning, but everyone knew that the best cure for a hangover was more alcohol. since her father’s funeral, she’d become more unhinged. she’d quit her pageants, she’d lost any respect for the elite world that she’d grown up in, and she’d lost her only tether to anything at all. her father had been her rock since she could remember and now he was gone. too much money, no friends, no family, and no guidance, what did anyone expect from her? all she had was her stuffy fiance who wouldn’t even talk to her as she poked them and whinged loudly from the passenger seat.     ‘     you’re being so boring. that party was so fun and you just gotta ruin everything. you’re all boring and stuffy and act like you’re the boss of me and you’re not. you don’t even wanna marry me. you just have to. y’could at least FEED me. i’m starvin’.     ’ // @coqvettes

       SELF-EXILE, stuck in this ain’t shit to do town, wes wondered why he’d even agreed to this arrangement in the first place. after his mother died, he’d been fuelled to throw himself into his third album and spend time with his son. family was the most important thing right now and maybe that was the sole reason that he’d come to this podunk town to meet his aunt. growing up, he’d seen his aunt here and there when she visited harlem on the rare occasion, but he’d never come out to her town before. now, he could see why. aside from the fact that his mother had never really been able to travel, he realised now that she was sparing him the boredom. stuck in a diner, thankful that at least no one in a town like this would recognise him, wes waited for his aunt with a dull expression. it’d only been two days and he all ready wanted to go back home.      ‘    what the fuck do people even do around here?     ’ // @coqvettes

NINA: now i'm fully prepared to spend the rest of the night with you. if you're up for it, of course.

LEVI: i can think of various things we can do :)