#ctrlerrcr

      it was naive of them to think that calliope wouldn't be here. miami's biggest block party and calliope, miss sunshine and rainbows herself, wouldn't attend ? c'mon. if it got them to retreat from the safety of their solitude, then surely the city's most congenial would be a shoe-in. even more-so, yves' ignorance lay in her over-estimation of their abilities to stay put and not approach them with a one off, haphazard quip. it wasn't an excuse to talk to her, no. not at all. " heard some your boys talkin' shit. keep 'em in check or there might be a fight tonight. it'd be a shame if such a fun party got rolled. "

      dallas, in this very moment, was full-on debating on going religious — if his pleas and prayers were real, that is, and divine intervention somehow poofed him away from this exact situation. he was tipsy enough for it to not fully shatter his dignity, with drunken antics expressed through earlier crew-on-crew trash talk that he finally joined in for once. only, mid-way through, he met eyes with a certain familiar face, one he's only seen sun-kissed and, well, under the shade of his dim bedroom lighting. " well, fuck — hi, i guess. sorry. i — ... didn't mean that shit. what i said earlier today. "