#cricket 006.

where: under the sea prom

"Not now Nosferatu," Ziggy warns with a deterring point of his finger towards one Mack Montgomery, who's path he had intercepted so he was stood in front of Cricket instead.

He's (mostly) working on the boundaries they had discussed and giving them space as a couple but he and Cricket had agreed that emergencies take precedence and he was currently living one.

where and when: ziggy’s, nov 3rd

"You know what I realised?" Lucky says louder than his voice usually got, the volume spurred on by all of the shots he had consumed that evening. His body came to a dead halt in the hallway, stilling their journey to Cricket's old room where he was supposed to be sleeping that night.

He whips around to face her, his palms pressing to the walls on each side of him so he didn't fall over.

location: casa amor (cricket, ziggy & julien's)

Sola was only distantly concerned that she had inadvertently pulled Cricket's arm out of its socket when, as soon as the front door swung open, Sola seized her with barely a greeting and pulled her up to her room.

Half-hearted 'hi's and 'sorry, need Cricket really quick's were also thrown out to the rest of the packed house, but she leveled a particularly pointed glance at Mack — keep out until further notice.

In the refuge of Cricket's room, Sola pressed her back to the door and took a deep breath. She opened her mouth to start to offer an explanation, but it all spilled out at once.

"Ravi told me he's in love with me and I might love him too but I'm so fucking angry at him and then I yelled at Mav but I haven't told him anything yet and everything is fucked."