#dcgtown

blair had imagined this day many times, daydreamt about how she'd run into them again, reunite, and maybe pick up like the time they'd been apart had never existed. the fantasy had taken place in a million different settings around town, always ending up on her roof again, sharing their lives beneath the starry skies. it felt like a lifetime ago that they did that, but now, seeing them, it all came rushing back so tangibly. even despite everything she had come back for. "hi!" she squealed, an awkward, nervous interruption as she spotted them in the grocery store aisle. "i was wondering when i might see you again, i should have known fate would bring us together on the first errand i ran since being back." she greeted them so confidently, as if her heart wasn't threatening to break out of her chest.

"Shit!" Willow jumped, forcing herself to not both throw her book at them and scramble under the bed in a desperate bid for safety. She had been so engaged in the text that she hadn't even heard them. "You weren't supposed to be home until later. Why didn't you text me to warn me?" Even if they did, she wouldn't have looked away from her book.

"Wait, you've got it all over your hand." Lacey giggles, before she licks some of the vanilla frosting from Howie's middle finger. Her tongue delicately swipes across the pad of his finger, sucking the frost covered digit gently between her lips. It's not supposed to be as overtly sexual as it looks, but Lacey doesn't exactly care in this moment. His fiancée isn't here to pass remarks or spoil her fun and that's just the way she likes it. Having Howie all to herself again is something she's missed and ever since news of his engagement broke, it's felt like they've barely had a minute alone. She's just blown out the candles on her birthday cake and is now attempting to dish it out with Howie's help, or lack thereof. The two of them are way too drunk to be handling knives, but if they do cut themselves, she at least knows a pretty hot paramedic. "That last slice is so big, you wanna share it?" The blonde grins, reaching for a fork to feed him this time. "Thank you for bringing my cake, you being here tonight is honestly the best gift."

"you are delusional if you think you have a chance finding somewhere affordable, lacking vermin, in the middle of the city." lauren surely couldn't, her parents funding her desire to fill her life with auditions and obsessing over her psuedo-roommate. more of a squatter, she thought, but she never accepted money from them. just... control. "you need me. you need this place. and you're going to throw it all away because i won't let you bring people over so you can fornicate all over my furniture?"

"yeah, so like – i fucked up and broke the binding on my board before that last run. fuck me, right??"

"what do you mean you're back? visiting, or like, bought a house and everything here?" jordan was doing their best to sound normal, to not let the slight panic and excitement bubble through their words. because that wasn't possible, right? not right as she was planning to propose, not when she finally felt like her heart had healed from that stupid teenage crush. fists pushed deeper in the pocket of their coats, jordan shook their head. "got bored of traveling the word and living your dreams, huh? or do you just miss the diner's crappy coffee?"