#dcllparted

                                                    "  THIS  WAS  SUCH  A  GOOD  IDEA,  "  EVIE  SAYS,  FORGOING  ANY  ACT  OF  GRACE  AS  SHE  NIBBLES  AT  ANOTHER  SPOONFUL  OF  ICE  CREAM.  right  out  of  the  carton,  because  she  had  declared  that  both  she  and  violet  DESERVED  that  kind  of  night.  she  passes  the  carton  over  to  the  other  end  of  the  couch  to  violet,  patting  her  cheek  to  test  whether  or  not  her  face  mask  is  DRY.  not  yet. she'd  met  violet  via  tyler,  the  two  had  hit  it  off  almost  IMMEDIATELY.  it  had  been  ages  since  evie  had  enjoyed  a  girl's  night  in  ——  she  honestly  can't  REMEMBER  when  the  last  time  was.  and  although  this  week  has  particularly  dragged  her  through  the  GLASS,  she  is  grateful  that  she  kept  these  plans  with  her  newfound  FRIEND,  feeling  much  better  already. "  there's  lavender  and  green  tea  in  this  stuff,  "  she  explains,  pointing  to  the  minty  colored  mask  on  her  face,  "  supposed  to  be  AMAZING  for  your  pores.  "

     Why was he emptying his pockets? He dumped a grand in hundreds on the bathroom floor, his phone, a couple loose bullets, and his car-keys. He looked at his car-keys for what felt like an eternity as his vision twisted and the intensity of the colours in that dingy bathroom stall turned themselves up, “drive!” He barked, “I need someone drive! I need someone to drive!” Why the fuck weren’t his words working? His internal monologue was fine, in fact it was in overdrive, but he just couldn’t formulate the words required. “Please?!”

“     YOU’RE NOT SUPPOSED TO BE HERE           ——     are   you ?           ”    

for once, he doesn’t have his camera. this is a club, a bar, something somewhat private, with the dancers on stage, and finley would never cross a boundary of filming anyone in here. plus, he’s there for a break, having a drink- he thanks the bartender, goes to down the shot of whiskey. instead, fingers elegantly knock the short glass over. liquid runs the length of the counter between him and the young blonde, only to run off the edge and into her lap. ‘oh, fuck, i’m- sorry- ey, can i get a towel- jesus, sorry!’ / @dcllparted​.

@dcllparted.

Fingertips brush over the items laid out, eyes looking back at you filled with skepticism. “You actually believe in this shit?”

three word starters.