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rebekah loved the feeling of driving in her convertible with the top down, but what she enjoyed more was being on the passenger's seat as she managed to convince zayaan to take the wheel. the wind danced through her hair as she leaned back in her seat, humming along to whatever was playing on the radio. she only mumbled the lyrics here and there since she's not exactly the best singer. turning her head toward at zayaan, a teasing smile tugged at the corner of her lips as she quirked a brow, " you sure you're good being my personal driver today? i can only pay you in good meals and good company. " it was one of her random spur of the moment ideas since she hasn't been to parker's bluff for awhile and she missed the place from her teenage years. so, of course, she'd thought of zayaan. who better to go with than someone who knew her back when her biggest problem was sneaking back before curfew?

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indy may have missed out on a lot of typical pop culture things growing up, but they had tried their best to make up for it over the years. sometimes they still felt like they were behind the curve a bit, but didn't everyone? everyone lived different lives and different experiences. indy's hanging around outside the theatre after the show has ended, waiting for the crowd to disperse a bit before heading home. taking a drag from their cigarette, they exhale over their shoulder, their gaze falling on iris when they turn back. "hey, neighbor. fancy seeing you here. you enjoy the show?" they ask, raising their voice a bit over the crowd so she can hear them.

with spooky season now officially in effect, the widow's bite had rolled out their halloween specials, with a few new food and drink items that were going to be offered through the end of october. the evening crowd was starting to pick up and santiago had taken a place behind the bar, offering a smile to the person who had just taken a seat. "what can i get started for you today?"